Getting to the bottom of the caning which changed my life. - Sex Stories

Getting to the bottom of the caning which changed my life.

... last thing I needed. The tip hesitated on my anus and my erection surged, in seconds I was rock hard, and as I'm well endowed, very visible. I wanted the I floor to simply swallow me up. I couldn't understand what was happening. My bottom had always been the most secret and embarrassing part of my body, even more than my penis. I had never connected it to sexual feelings, apart from a nurse who'd inserted a thermometer into me "down there." prior to an operation when I was ten, no one had ever had any reason to look at this part of me before. Now this gentle pressure against my virgin orifice was making my penis surge with excitement. I heard the bucket of water being placed on the floor behind me and the splash of the cane being plunged into it. I closed my eyes and tensed my body, but that only served to make me even more aware of the sounds around me. He stood two metres out from my bottom and pressed the last eight inches of the cane squarely across my buttocks to take aim. My erection disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. Somewhere above me I heard the twisting of his body and the sudden swish of his robes, the hiss of the cane being brought right back, and then hurtling toward me, I felt the light sprinkle of cold rain on my body, then the rattan slicing deep into my skin. I screamed, the pain was so excruciating I writhed on the floor clutching at my bottom, I could feel the puffy swelling, and it was already as thick as a rope. "Back up on your knees, please, we ...

... still have eleven to go." I struggled back up and pressed my chest against the floor. But I could barely push my bottom up at all for him, so the next hit was an angry swipe across my thighs. I screamed and lay curled up and sobbing on the messed up towels. "If you want to do this the hard way, that's entirely up to you." I knew I just had to find the courage to push my bottom back up and take it. If I couldn't see this through to the end, I could kiss goodbye to my school career, my reputation and self esteem, to everything. I forced myself to breathe in deeply and count, to tackle each new hit in isolation. My bottom stayed pushed up as the cane flashed overhead like an executioner's sword and suddenly dropped with lightning speed over and over again. I managed to compartmentalise the blows, telling myself, "That's number two gone, finished, over. Now number three, and number four, number five." The slashing rattan felt like white-hot steel, scorching vivid red and blue stripes into my milky skin. But after five hits, mercifully the crippling pain began morphing into something else, a deep saturating sensation like a thick liquid heat spreading out to fill every cell in my aching body. Possibly I was in shock, as I could still hear and feel the rhythmic impact of blows whipping into my body and thrusting it forward, but my bottom was so swollen and lacerated it felt like it was made of rubber, it had become almost completely numb. Then I heard the word "twelve", and suddenly ...